Chapter 42 - whispers of the dead
The heavy rain violently lashed against the glass windows of the majestic suburban estate. Inside the warm, fire-lit study, Massimo sat perfectly still in his leather chair as Lucas recounted the terrifying event from the hospital.
Tessa stood by the fireplace, her heart clenching as she watched the familiar, dark shadow slowly creep back into her husband's eyes.
"Silas," Massimo whispered, the name tasting like bitter ash on his tongue. Silas was his former mentor, the ruthless architect of the original syndicate who was supposedly killed in a fiery car crash thirty years ago.
Silas believed that absolute power could only be maintained through pure terror, a philosophy Massimo had rejected when Tessa saved his soul.
"He isn't just sending a message," Massimo said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, icy gravel. "He is declaring a holy war on everything we have built. He wants to prove that my mercy is a fatal weakness."
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Ivy, resting her hands protectively over her pregnant belly, stepped forward with unyielding resolve. "Our foundation is not a weakness, Dad. It is our greatest armor."
👉 read part 43 to witness the preparation for war.
